And I was
Catching up with old friends
I'm in the parking lot, you're in a basement, I
I would expect that I'd just stay complacent there
You lost your parking pass, you were alone and scared

I hate the constant stress, and making such a mess
Of situations that I could not expect
I watched the cars go past, mutual friends at last
I never want to get my stupid t-shirt back

What about you?
Do you ever really feel alright?
What about you?
Does the thought of getting older really keep you up at night?
What about you?
I fell asleep in the closet, I know that I'm looking bad
All this pressure and stress that I know that I've never had

And I was
Coping in the same way
I'd rather stay inside, just smoking weed all day
I couldn't go outside in the Florida sun
You lost your parking pass, the aging wheel has spun

I feel my bones are sore, moving is such a chore
The letters write themselves, you always wanted more
To see the world with me, that's really all I'll need
I felt your hands inside my faded sweater sleeve